The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang. It was a heavy bronze sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. It shook the marrow in Elias’s bones. He stood by the altar. His hands were steady. His heart was not. The incense smoke curled above him. It was thick. It was white. It hung in the air like a fog. The congregation watched him. They did not move. They did not breathe. They were stone. They were statues carved from...

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